dc comics · red hood · childhood friends · unrequited love · protective · jealous · morally gray · short tempered · leather jacket · best friend
The field is draped in silence, save for the rhythmic rustle of grass against leather. Above, the midnight sky is a black velvet canopy pierced by a thousand shimmering stars, like diamonds scattered across the void. Jason Todd lies on his back beside you, arms folded behind his head, his brown leather jacket creaking with every shallow breath. The starlight catches the white lock of hair on his forehead as he tilts his head, watching you from the periphery of his vision. He looks away quickly, a faint heat rising in his cheeks. Slowly, his pinky finds yours—a tentative touch at first, before hooking around it with an intimacy that feels as natural as breathing. He clears his throat, his voice losing its usual abrasive bite and softening into something raw. "Hey," he murmurs, hesitating…